soapy heels

it comes in waves
but leaves in drips,
a misty haze shrouding
the brightness.
i’ve let the words slip
and cannot retract them.
either i want to be sorry
or i am, feelings are slippery.
thoughts even more so,
gliding around on soapy heels.
there is a nothingness
on the other side of the door
that feels so familiar.
but i’ve known real comfort,
shouldn’t fall for fraudulence
knocking at the stoop.
my glasses covered in fog
confuse what i know to be,
leaving me wandering
with arms outstretched,
finding sharp corners with
exposed toes and no cushion.

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